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Conversation
Debate
A train on the tracks
You use victims as pawns for your argument
Pushing the train off the tracks
Derailing
Derailing
Your arguments are not needed
No one cares what you say
What you think, what you feel
No one needs a derailer on the tracks
Debate
A train on the tracks
You use victims as pawns for your argument
Pushing the train off the tracks
Derailing
Derailing
Your arguments are not needed
No one cares what you say
What you think, what you feel
No one needs a derailer on the tracks
Literature
Homophobia
This one goes out to
that boy on the street,
whose father wouldn't look
at him when he caught him
kissing another boy.
This one goes out to
that girl on the ground,
because her mother
couldn't handle that she'd
given birth to a lesbian.
This one goes out to
all those hurt by words,
like 'dyke,' 'faggot,'
or 'queer.'
This one goes out to
all those who thought
they could tell anything
to someone.
(only to find,
they could only tell
some things.)
This one goes out to
the boy lying six feet
underground, because
the world didn't like
who he "chose" to love.
This one goes out to
the girl who sobbed
in the shower, when
Literature
Lesbian Essay
The hardest barrier I have ever faced in my life was figuring out that I am a lesbian. Yeah, you heard right; I’m a lesbian. Not a very big surprise if you talk to the kids at my school. To them, It’s just another reason to pick on me. But I faced this mountainous barrier with integrity, justice, courage, and determination. This fact came with a ton of barriers packed within, as it in itself is not a barrier. The first of these barriers was the fact that telling my mother meant almost certain death, the constance of religion’s haunting impression of hate which still lingers over the modern civilization, and the fact that I am
Literature
Just For A Moment
She gazes across the room
Spots her
Observes her
Studies her
Up and down
With bedroom eyes
Desire written
All over her face
She swooned her easily
Took her by the hand
And lead her back
Into her room
She laid her down
Oh so gently on her bed
Made her dance
Made her swim
Made her feel
Like no man could
Sent her on highest highs
Yelling in ecstasy
All music to her ears
As she clung to her tight
Whispers of love
And a never-ending night
But she had to release her
She had no choice
For the little one had to return
To the arms of her man
She knew from the start
it was a one night stand
Nothing less nothing more
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I was angry about the direction of an argument during Sociology class so I wrote this.
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